Rapkin.
[Uneasily, to Mrs. Rapkin.] Marire, did Mr. Ventimore say anythink this morning—regarding last night?
Mrs. Rapkin.
Ah, you may well ask! After sneakin' off first thing like you did, and leavin' me to make your excuses!
Rapkin.
You'd some to make on your own, Marire. [Sitting on right of table.] If his friends got any dinner, it was no thanks to you!
Mrs. Rapkin.
I'd never have gone if I 'adn't fancied the 'ouse was changed into Arabian 'alls and full o' grinnin' niggers!
Rapkin.
Fancied! Why, I see 'em same as you did, didn't I?